I Happen To Like New York

I Happen To Like New York - So What!

I happen to like New York

I happen to like this town

I like the city air

I like to drink of it

The more I know New York

The more I think of it

I like the sight and the sound

And even the stink of it

I happen to like New York

I like to go to Battery Park and

Watch those liners booming in

I often ask myself

Why should it be that they should

Come so far from across the sea

I suppose it's because they

All agree with me

They happen to like New York

Last Sunday afternoon

I took a trip to Hackensack

But after I gave Hackensack

The once over

I took the next train back

I happen to like New York

I happen to love this burg

And when I have to give

The world a last farewell

And the undertaker starts

To ring my funeral bell

I don't want to go to heaven

Don't want to go to hell

I happen to like New York

I happen to like New York